Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.